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My strength to continue walking these lands comes and goes as the sun shifts through it’s various shapes. These maps, still revealing their mysterious codes,

leaves me to believe that a tie from the future and past has something to do with where I must journey next and the path I must take. This feeling in my heart reminds me

of the years long before the cavern walls, but at a much greater extent. Those days, so dark, and flawful, force me to believe that some dark danger lies ahead.

I have now taken my position and am ready to deal with any consequence or darker force that proceeds to step within the boundaries of the path that is traveled. So now,

these directions must be taken into much consideration.

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My thoughts have seem to have begun to take full control. This path of old that I had once been on is now beginning to fade, with it’s previous footsteps leading too nothing but bad direction.

I often wonder if following my thoughts without my hearts consent is a well fit idea. I can feel the darkness coming, yet thought it feels quite distant from this beautiful dawn

I refuse to let me soul fall defenseless. This urge of old has had me chained for too long on this road, these tired eyes, and thawing hands for this endless journey leave me restless,

and hungry for this new era that has yet to come. These plains span miles, with only my mind and heart as a true direction, for these forces that continue to block my vision

shall no longer have any power. All up to me, is all that it has ever been.

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Several months I have been on this road, more often than I expected have I tended to loose my sense of direction almost constantly, on a consistent basis.

I travel to the place in which my darkness had met the light, and the light quietly kept the darkness sealed away somewhere far within these hearts. Oh great beautiful one, show me the road in which

I have been so longing to take. My next stop seems to pointing to a place that has caught my eye at a sharpened moment. Only here will I find the true direction in which I must travel to find all that I have been seeking.

Racing time seems to be my only competition these days, waiting for the sun to rise, and waiting for the sun to set has become so tiresome, but I’m afraid these days are only bound to get darker.

Though these beautiful dawns as meek as they are, seem to be granting me the salvation I have been waiting for, for what seems like eternity, I know the night is still out to destroy me,

and the rest of mindful travelers that walk these plains.